Revenge: Once His Wife, Now His Regret Novels & Stories

But all my logics were gone when I remember what happened to me and my worst condition in that hospital bed. I studied her files again and again and planned how to get my revenge. Everything was well set. We both got married as per my plan. But on the wedding night, something happened which was never in my plan. I raped her. I fucking raped her. I still regret my actions. My actions burn my soul. I planned to get revenge on her but touching her was never in my plan. That night I was drunk, and I continuously remembered everything. Our happy days. Her teasing, her support, her everything, our fights, but all thing was fake how can a person fake so much. Everything. I was completely lost when

I repeated the list over and over, desperately trying to memorize the texture of her life, terrified I'd forget a single perfect detail. All I had to do was follow Rino’s orders. He had made it painfully clear he wasn't interested in me anymore, he didn't love me, and he certainly didn't care for me. His only focus was watching me squirm, he just wanted me to show him that I regretted what I did. And that, I could manage. I did regret it. I always will. If I could stomach his bitter revenge, Salvatore might survive long enough to rebuild, and then, he could help me find my daughter.

A smile made its way to her lips when she suddenly remembered the best days of her life which was almost a decade ago. She doesn't regret meeting him...She sure felt happy whenever she was around him. This was what she thought until she lost her family. She did regret giving her hand to him but he wasn't to blame. Why blame someone who is already suffering from the same torture? She wondered how he became such a strong man. He indeed kept his promise but things aren't like before. Her smile dropped when she remembered his confession. One side wanted to give in and the other wanted to push him away. She's still stuck in between. Whether she should rely on and take her revenge or she should ju

Lovato would always remember the love he shared with his wife… their fiery and bloody love so beautiful that would be replayed for many years, then eventually down the timeline (but in a different way! While the rebelling mafia goons had been vanquished, the death of the Ruiz's family madam, Marisa had stained the victory that was to be celebrated. Slowly, the darkness in the city eventually dispersed and a sense of melancholy settled in. Lovato wiped his tears as clenched his teeth in a burning rage… "Whoever you're, I will get my revenge…. Even if I go down with you!" He roared into the stiff atmosphere, knowing that his wife's killer would still be around somewhere in the dark night.

Instead, he was greeted by his wife’s pained and satisfied sounds, feeling regret rushing through him. If only he had held his rage back and not taken revenge on Javier after the latter had come to him last time, if only he had not provoked Javier from the beginning…However, there was no use crying over spilled milk now!

I hung up when she started another round of cursing. I really was setting myself up when I thought I could make this family work, wasn’t I? Now I knew better and all I wanted to do was exist by her side, with my ring on her finger and my face between her beautiful boobs. First things first, someone has to pay for putting hands on my pride and joy and I wanted a smoking hot revenge.

Nothing but coldness in his gaze, like I was nothing more than an inconvenience in his way. I wanted to believe anger could make people do things they didn’t mean. After all, when I slapped him earlier, it wasn’t something I had planned. It came from a place of rage and betrayal, and almost immediately, regret filled me. My heart had dropped, and I’d wanted to apologize. But him… There was nothing. Not even the smallest flicker of realization that he had crossed a line. His chest heaved slightly from the force he’d used, but his expression remained hard, uncaring.

Just the small, functional gesture of a woman who had been caught off guard by the size of a feeling. I looked at her over her son's head and I thought about the file. About the column with his mother's name in it. About the plan I had walked into a cemetery with some months ago, the clean, tactical architecture of a revenge that had seemed, at the time, not only justified but necessary. I had wanted to dismantle the Frostbane name. I had also wanted Kieran Blackthorne to understand what it felt like to lose something he could not replace with money or power or the particular brand of controlled, acquisitive certainty he had mistaken for strength.

The lack of emotion in his voice scratched my brain eerily. “You’re disgusting,” I hissed furiously, years of resentment pouring out uncontrollably. “You’re still the same horrible person you’ve always been. All you care about is power, authority and your stupid legacy while the people around you suffer.” His eyes darkened dangerously. “Sloane—” “No!” I shouted over him. “You drove me out of this house because I wasn’t born male. You handed my brother’s inheritance to someone else while treating me like I was worthless and now you’re standing here watching your wife die—”

Maybe he thought I needed to forget everything just for a moment, but how could I? Besides, I wasn’t the type to just fall into bed with someone especially not in a moment like this. Yes, my life was a mess after my husband turned my world upside down and Isabella’s betrayal twisted the knife even further, but losing myself in a distraction, no matter how tempting, wouldn't fix anything. I had been hurt, but I wasn’t that broken! Even if Daniel had meant well, I couldn’t do that to myself because giving in to that would have only made everything worse. My heart was already shattered from Gabriel’s betrayal and throwing myself into something with Daniel would just be a bandaid over a bullet